Old Habits Complicate New Ones (a Drarry fanfic) [Discont. Again]

Can't Make Up His Mind

"You're a greasy git, Malfoy," Ron spat as he helped up his friend. Harry's nose was bleeding from a well-placed hit by the Slytherin boy.

"Oh, am I? That's funny, Weasle. I'm fairly certain you could ring out your hair and cook something in it," the blonde retorted. Harry hated it when Malfoy talked about his friends like that. He lunged at the other, faces close and full of rage.

They hit the ground with a thud, Harry on top of Malfoy and getting ready to hit him, but then they switched positions quite suddenly. The Slytherin boy grabbed his opponent by the shoulders and slammed him back onto the floor. Harry yelped in pain before struggling to get up, but the other boy was much stronger and more muscular than him. Malfoy then punched Harry in the crotch, a solid blow that caused the pinned boy much pain. He stood, brushing off his robes and fixing his hair as Harry writhed in pain on the ground.

"Potter! Malfoy!" Three sets of footsteps neared. Draco's face flushed in embarrasment, and Harry only rolled over and into the fetal position. Professors McGonagall and Snape, Hermione at their heels, came to the scene.

"50 Points from each of your houses," McGonagall said.

"And a weeks detention for both of you," Snape said. Draco huffed, Harry groaned as he stood. "Mr.Malfoy, what did you do to Potter?"

"I-I-I uhm..." He twisted the hem of his robes in his hands, thinking of a way to explain what he did to his professors.

"I don't have time for childish stuttering!" Snape snapped.

"Ihithimwhereithurts," Draco said quickly, trying to hold off a snicker. And with that he was dragged off by Snape back to the dungeon that was Slytherin House.

Proffessor McGonagall only sighed and had Hermione and Ron take Harry back up to Gryffindor tower. "Mr.Potter, we must do something about these fights. If it's weeks upon weeks of detention... So be it..." she sighed. She gave Harry a pitiful look. "If you don't learn to at least like Mr.Malfoy, you two are going to end up killing each other..." McGonagall then headed down the hall towards her quarters.

Once the Golden Trio had reached the common room, Harry collapsed one of the seats in there while Hermione went off to find a rag to clean up his face. She came back and sat next to him. Harshly, she grabbed him by the chin snd turned his face towards hers. She angrily began rubbing dried blood from her friend's face.

"Harry," she started, "you must stop these petty fights with Malfoy. You don't have to like him, so the least you could do is act like he doesnt exist. It's a lot less painful for both of you."

"I know, Hermione," he said, an odd tone to his voice.

"What's wrong?" she asked Harry.

"If I told you, you'd probably take me down to Madame Pomfrey in search of a cure for retardation," he said solemnly.

"You do and say plenty of stupid things, Harry, and you're my friend; I wouldn't question what you feel or think," she said hopefully. Her mind wandered to the potential that Harry might like her. Considering all the homework she's done for and with him. Or the nights she stayed up and talked with him when he couldn't sleep.

" 'Mione... I don't know this time, though..."

"It can't be that terrible, Harry."

And then he mummbled something completely incoherent. Hermione gave him a glare, and he cleared his throat and said, "I think I might like him."

"Just spit it out already!"

"Hermione... I think I'm gay for Draco Malfoy."